The lights cut through the darkness.
The stars shone in the sky.
I was driving at horizon.
At the edge of me oh my!
I was looking for the signpost.
That said, ‘There might be more.’
In water salt and cool.
I missed it at the crack of dawn.
I was dreaming of the shore.
I was wading in the shallows.
The smell of baking filled the air.
Where they taught the ‘golden rule.’
Dennis Mantin 
My aspiring painter niece said that your painting looks real, Dennis. And I believe in the golden rule.
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She is partially correct. This is a photo of River John Nova Scotia
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I teach her how painting looks like that. Painted the canvas as a whole. She was hesitant, but she tried now. Your painting looks amazing always, Dennis
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